Kiss Me
the kiss of Bacchus slips away
flows from these lips to drown
in ache and ardor twined like twins
for guilt of gold die all and nothing.
one star in sight cries out the night
and I in shaking way form still
the dreams of her 'tween gilded stars
dressed in orchids and a moon.
and in that resplendent muse
shining over islands both far and away
I find here the breath of dreaming
is lost and gone like dark waters deep.
so kiss me soror in towers fell
and I your heart will taste
in wines of forgotten wanting sweet
like passions still remembered.